Making Snowmen!

The boys have been anxious to make snowmen since the first snowfall. Since we live so far north, I would have expected to have snow that is capable of packing enough for a snowman, but the snow has been either too dry or too icy. So I found some cotton balls in the basement that I've had since who-knows-when, and we made snowmen inside.


Isaac gluing the initial cotton balls together to create his snowman.




Blaise glued on a nose, eyes, and a hat then begun to lay down "snow" around his snowman with cotton balls we tore apart.




Isaac's finished product. Kind of a cute little guy, isn't it?




Blaise's finished snowman. Just call him Blaise Picasso.

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Katie said…
Super-cute, Kim! What a great (and brave) mama you are! It's been ages since I got out the glue over here!

Love ya!
February 1, 2010 at 8:10 PM
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